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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
So true, and very beautifully put.
so true. and then they become beautiful in a new and far more enduring way.
did you write this? it's lovely.
This reminds me of the way my sister sees life. I like it.
I didn't write this and couldn't source it unfortunately :( It's one of those random things you find online that has no link. Anyone who knows where it is from lmk and I'll source it. Reminded me of myself and Mr. Curry.
Love it --
Yes, yes, yes!!
i needed this today, right at this moment. thank you.
Yes. Well said. Love it.
I love it. And will share it. Thanks for sharing it here Maggie May :)
What strikes me about this, straight to the heart, is that this is how my children saw me, when they were young.
Now, that they're in their teens, I am becoming "human" to them, and I can see them discovering this, they point out what is imperfect about me...as if they are seeing it for the first time. Though it's always been there...they just never saw me through those kind of detached eyes before.
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